In their first trimuphant album, the Slumdwellaz breaks their rotten eggs all over the face of mainstream rap, delivering punishing and perverted sermons all across Kreepin' Tru Da Grazz' 21 massive tracks. Overcoming technical snafus so heinous that a lesser rap band would have scurried from the end product like ashamed gay hampsters, the Dwellaz decide that sound quality is irrelevant if what you're busting isn't hard as fuck. The result is Kreepin', an album that may grate on the ears as much as it grates on the mind.

What started as a homespun audio masturbation session burst forth into a rap legacy and this is the album that started it all. Helped by genius sample manipulation and the pounding beats of a certain RhythmTrak drum machine, the Dwellaz lay flows so huge, so really raunchy that they should first be approached with caution - as one might approach the meat counter at any neighborhood Safeway. But once the listener has taken this sonic nightmare for a spin in the CD player a couple of times he, too, will come to appreciate the masterpiece that is Kreepin' Tru Da Grazz.

Recorded during the Dwellaz "Nothing is Sacred" phase in Laramie, WY, Kreepin' astonishes with its mind-boogling takes on sex with children, work-a-day Mormons and the mysterious Chupacabra. Also not to be missed are the classics "Frat Rap," "Nintendo," "Back-Up" and "To the Muthas" - all seminal tracks in their day that spawned numerous imitators and wannabes.

While not for the faint of heart or limp of cock, Kreepin' Tru Da Grazz pops the roof right off of any house in any city in any county on any World. Word.